I had a meeting at the coffee shop across from the University this week to discuss a collaboration on a grant.
I arrived early, so I was marking some papers while sipping my cup of coffee.
The other other people in the coffee shop were four elderly gentlemen. They could not have been younger than 75. They were having their coffee and conversation.
I settled in to read papers, the final leg of the journey of marking the research papers of my largest class.
The oldest gentleman was talking the loudest, but it was soothing talk. They were discussing what birds they had seen at their feeders when Elder says this:
"The thing about that squirrel is....(he pauses). He had a really fat ass!"
Now, I burst out in full laugh. I mean, truly. I couldn't hold it in.
I've not encountered swearing in the artful way to which I had grown accustomed. I, it shocks none of you, am a potty mouth. I swear constantly. A lively and descriptive swear can really bring a thought home.
People here in Wisconsin? Not so much with the swearing.
I look up, laughing. The elderly man see me and begins to apologize. I tell him that it is not a worry, it wasn't the swear but the noun that surprised me. A fat assed squirrel.
They gentlemen quiet down for a moment. I return to marking. The gentleman begin to rustle as they gather their coats.
It was at this moment, just as the Eldest was getting up to leave that he makes the most extraordinary statement I have yet to hear in La Crosse Wisconsin:
"I'll tell you what...I was over at that Java Vino the other night and there was more puss than you could shake a stick at! I mean every woman in La Crosse was in that place drinking wine with her girlfriends! Wall to wall women!"
And with that, he bid his comrades adieu.
It was all I could do to keep from hugging him as he left while expressing my adoration of his salty language.
Fat assed squirrels. And Puss. They make the rockin' world go round.
I arrived early, so I was marking some papers while sipping my cup of coffee.
The other other people in the coffee shop were four elderly gentlemen. They could not have been younger than 75. They were having their coffee and conversation.
I settled in to read papers, the final leg of the journey of marking the research papers of my largest class.
The oldest gentleman was talking the loudest, but it was soothing talk. They were discussing what birds they had seen at their feeders when Elder says this:
"The thing about that squirrel is....(he pauses). He had a really fat ass!"
Now, I burst out in full laugh. I mean, truly. I couldn't hold it in.
I've not encountered swearing in the artful way to which I had grown accustomed. I, it shocks none of you, am a potty mouth. I swear constantly. A lively and descriptive swear can really bring a thought home.
People here in Wisconsin? Not so much with the swearing.
I look up, laughing. The elderly man see me and begins to apologize. I tell him that it is not a worry, it wasn't the swear but the noun that surprised me. A fat assed squirrel.
They gentlemen quiet down for a moment. I return to marking. The gentleman begin to rustle as they gather their coats.
It was at this moment, just as the Eldest was getting up to leave that he makes the most extraordinary statement I have yet to hear in La Crosse Wisconsin:
"I'll tell you what...I was over at that Java Vino the other night and there was more puss than you could shake a stick at! I mean every woman in La Crosse was in that place drinking wine with her girlfriends! Wall to wall women!"
And with that, he bid his comrades adieu.
It was all I could do to keep from hugging him as he left while expressing my adoration of his salty language.
Fat assed squirrels. And Puss. They make the rockin' world go round.
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I just spit out my coffee on my keyboard laughing. AWESOME lol.
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